What's the time? Seems it's already morning. I see the sky, it's so beautiful and blue. The tv's on but the only thing showing is a picture of you.
Oh I get up and make myself some coffee. I try to read a bit but the story's too thin. I thank the Lord above you're not here to see me in this shape I'm in.
Spending my time, watching the days go by. Feeling so small, I stare at the wall, hoping that you think of me too. I'm spending my time.